Behind these locked doors: quietness and well-being,
outside: the agitation of existence, and a terrible storm!
My small fluffy-white dog is fast asleep, curled comfortably
on my lap; the other fluffy-white dog—the big, furred Samoyed,
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And thus the tranquillity vanished, disrupted by the interior voice which suddenly asked me, Why am I doing this? writing about my surroundings, about how it feels to be present, ...an emotional expression on thought and consciousness. Beautiful poem. thanks for sharing.
Mind is flowing like clouds, like a stream..all waves are nicely captured..fine expression..10+